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Koriann "Kori" Amsala
Name: Koriann Amsala
Age: 28
Species: Human
Height: 5’9
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye color: Light Blue
Hair color: Brown
Skin color: Tan
Planet: Corellia
Force sensitive: Yes
Job: Smuggler
EQUIPEMENT
1x DL-18 Blaster Pistol
2x Vibrodagger
1x Lightsaber
1x Datapad
1x Comlink
1x Medpack
1x Shield generator
PERSONALITY
I used to think of myself as fun-loving and easy going. Those two words are not often seen in smugglers though. It is those qualities that get young girls hurt. I have seen and felt things that would make any women a little untrusting and cold.
I am calculating. I usually always get what I want by my sheer craftiness and thought. I have the skill to look calm, cool and collected even as I plan my escape or your death. The death part is more the bounties I place on your head. I am no assassin. I just do not think I have the heart to kill someone in cold blood.
I do not trust people easily. Actually, I usually just never trust people. I am a smuggler for shits sake. I used to trust easily and it got me to a place I never want to be again…in love. Yeah, that’s what has made me the cynical woman I am.
HISTORY
There are only two jobs that are acceptable in my family. You can be a smuggler or a housewife. I’ll give you a guess at who are the smugglers and who are the wives…yeah…they are pretty sexist. It has been that way all my life though. My father was a smuggler, his father was a smuggler, his father was a smuggler, his father blah blah blah…get the picture? The problem with the latest generation of Amsala’s is that there are no boys to continue the smuggling tradition. There are five girls though. I am the oldest. My father was not about to give up on a boy, but my mom finally had enough. She cut him off, figuratively of course.
All I had ever wanted to do as a child is to become a smuggler, but my father would have none of it. “It just is not done,” he would say with a cigar hanging out his mouth, “an Amsala women is the cream of the crop and possesses the graces in which no other can hold a candle.” By the time I was ten I could quote that word for word with mocking silence as he went on and on. My mother said nothing, but I knew she wanted me to learn smuggling. She was not the normal Amsala wife of generations past. Yes, she came from a wealthy family. Yes, she is beautiful. Yes, she has bore five healthy and beautiful new Amsala women for the Galaxy to marvel at. She had married my father for love, which I admired, but she had also given up a life of intrigue and mystery that she will not speak of. She itched to have a child that would go out and be someone instead of another housewife.
When I was sixteen, I confided in my mom and we hatched a plan to get me into smuggling. It was a stupid idea and I knew that if I were caught then I would most likely be banished from my family, my inheritance, and my life. I would have to make my own way in the Galaxy and have no one to turn to if times got hard. It was a reality that I accepted and embraced. I was not meant to be cooped up on an estate forever. The plan was simple! I would sneak on my fathers beloved ship, hide, and enjoy the ride. I would come out of hiding when he slept, when he left the ship, whenever I wouldn’t get caught. I could sneak around to his meetings or whatever he did. It was perfect.
So we left the next week. My mother packed me food and extra clothes. She hid me away and showed me how to get out and lock the compartment when I was in it. She was my savior and she knew it. She loved me more than anything. That trip went so well. I had a blast and was able to learn things that I would have never learned before. It was so amazing that I kept doing it. I went on about twenty trips before I got caught.
It was just before I turned seventeen when it happened. I was scheduled to receive my inheritance in two weeks on my birthday, I would start going on dates with wealthy bachelors, and I would start acting like a proper lady. Some people would say that my life was just beginning, but I couldn’t help but think that it was ending. This was the last trip that I would safely be able to get away with before my presence was really required elsewhere. I had to make it count. It would be my last freedom before I was to get married.
It started out normal and everything was great until I decided to be a little braver (or more stupid) than usual. I had heard my father talk about this job with someone over a comm call. It was supposed to be a “sticky” job and the people were “shady”, but I thought everyone my father dealt with was shady. I was wrong! I followed my father to the meeting like I always did and everything seemed to be going fine until a felt something hard between my shoulder blades.
They had drug me out of my hiding place and I watched my fathers eyes grow huge. There was a lot of yelling and then blaster shots. It was all in slow motion after that. My father had taken out two of the men and pulled me to his side before he broke out in a run with me close behind. We were in the ship and lifting off within what felt like seconds. He had lost the entire shipment and would possibly have a bounty on his head too. He didn’t speak to me the whole journey home or once we got there.
He explained what happened to my mom and how he had lost so much money. He told her that she should have controlled me better and that she has failed at the one thing she had to do. I had never heard my father speak that way to my mother before and it broke my heart. She had helped me greatly and this was what she got in return. I went to her that night and comforted her. She told me that I had to straighten up or leave. She was so cold when she spoke and her eyes were red from crying. She told me that she had secured some of my inheritance from my father in exchange for me leaving the estate forever. I cried. I cried for what seemed like hours.
I knew this would be my fate for going against my father. I returned to my room, packed my dearest belongings, said goodbye to my mother and sisters and left. As one last stand of rebellion, I stole his ship. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I was just so angry! I took it and fled. I left Corellia and went to Coruscant.
I found work there and was relatively content for two years until I met him. I was nineteen and he was twenty. I had just started smuggling on my own when I had a partner on a job. His name was Francis Kayna. He was a gorgeous smuggler with the most beautiful eyes and smile. I was immediately attracted to him even though he was kinda mean and snarky.
It took a lot of convincing, but eventually we were working together all the time. It was easier and the company was nice. Fran even admitted it once or twice. It was not long before we were more than working together...if you get what I mean. We dated and worked together for the next four years. He asked me to marry him shortly after our four year anniversary. Of course I said yes! How could I not? I loved him and he loved me.
Or so I thought! We were meeting at a bar after a long day for some drinks and I was more than excited to slide into his arms and shower him with kisses. Too bad someone had gotten there before me. A blue Twi’lek named Roxanne (I later found out) was straddling him and kissing him all over. I had not felt anger like what boiled inside me since my father had disowned me. I immediately marched over there and pulled the bitch off and punched her hard in the face. He was next. I started screaming and hitting him too. I was mad...pissed...angry...every sense of the word. We were escorted out. He tried explaining he was drunk and it was a huge mistake and he loved me. I didn’t want to hear it. I threw his stuff out of our apartment.
He stopped trying to contact me after about a month. It was better that way, because I was so tired of hearing from him. I even did the unthinkable. I put a bounty on his head. I felt bad later, but it was too late and he deserved whatever happened. He was evasive enough that he would probably survive. He’d never know it was me either. Ahhh sweet revenge. He would live always looking over his shoulder.
Two years went by and I slowly got into the groove of working by myself again. I had enough money to live on and be happy, but I missed Fran most days. I still hated him, but we had been engaged. It was hard to forget.
It wasn’t very long before I was running from a huge Sith ship. Sith = Death. I ran. I fought back. In the end they caught me and destroyed my fathers old ship. I was chained up and stuck into prison, I had no idea what I had done. I couldn’t recall pissing off any Sith recently so what the hell was going on!
They held me in a prison for a couple days until I was finally brought before a Sith Master and threw me in front of him. He asked me if I slept well and then broke into this speech. He told me I was a successful smuggler and that is why they want me to work for them. They didn’t want to kill me or they would have. He asked me if ten-thousand credits a month was reasonable and my mouth fell open. Uh...Yes...and I didn’t want to die.
He then said, “My men will escort you to the hangar. You will find a ship there. Refueled and repaired. You will find that a new associate will be along soon. I will say no more. Go now, Koriann Amsala. There’s a datapad on the table in the main room of your ship with your new assignment.”
It was cryptic, but what the hell. I just wanted to know who my new associate was going to be. I hadn’t worked with anyone since Fran and the thought of someone by my side was weird. I was escorted to the hanger and as soon as I saw the ship I gasped.
I felt like the blood drained from my body. Oh hell no! This was not going to work out well! It didn't go well either. We fought every minute of the day and he occasionally locked me in my room so he could go do a mission by himself. After a couple months we got over our hatred and we were actually making progress on becoming friends again. We would probably never be a couple again and I, honestly, was not to sad about that.
We worked together for a year or so before the Sith got tired of both of us and turned us loose on the Galaxy. Getting fired by the Sith was a good thing when the other option was death. Fran and I said our goodbyes instead of staying together. We knew that our time together was over. There was obviously other people out there for us to work with and to be with than each other.
So that's my story up to this point. It's time to go out on my own again. Luckily, I have way more money than I ever thought I would and a nice brand new ship. Bring it on!
Name: Koriann Amsala
Age: 28
Species: Human
Height: 5’9
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye color: Light Blue
Hair color: Brown
Skin color: Tan
Planet: Corellia
Force sensitive: Yes
Job: Smuggler
EQUIPEMENT
1x DL-18 Blaster Pistol
2x Vibrodagger
1x Lightsaber
1x Datapad
1x Comlink
1x Medpack
1x Shield generator
PERSONALITY
I used to think of myself as fun-loving and easy going. Those two words are not often seen in smugglers though. It is those qualities that get young girls hurt. I have seen and felt things that would make any women a little untrusting and cold.
I am calculating. I usually always get what I want by my sheer craftiness and thought. I have the skill to look calm, cool and collected even as I plan my escape or your death. The death part is more the bounties I place on your head. I am no assassin. I just do not think I have the heart to kill someone in cold blood.
I do not trust people easily. Actually, I usually just never trust people. I am a smuggler for shits sake. I used to trust easily and it got me to a place I never want to be again…in love. Yeah, that’s what has made me the cynical woman I am.
HISTORY
There are only two jobs that are acceptable in my family. You can be a smuggler or a housewife. I’ll give you a guess at who are the smugglers and who are the wives…yeah…they are pretty sexist. It has been that way all my life though. My father was a smuggler, his father was a smuggler, his father was a smuggler, his father blah blah blah…get the picture? The problem with the latest generation of Amsala’s is that there are no boys to continue the smuggling tradition. There are five girls though. I am the oldest. My father was not about to give up on a boy, but my mom finally had enough. She cut him off, figuratively of course.
All I had ever wanted to do as a child is to become a smuggler, but my father would have none of it. “It just is not done,” he would say with a cigar hanging out his mouth, “an Amsala women is the cream of the crop and possesses the graces in which no other can hold a candle.” By the time I was ten I could quote that word for word with mocking silence as he went on and on. My mother said nothing, but I knew she wanted me to learn smuggling. She was not the normal Amsala wife of generations past. Yes, she came from a wealthy family. Yes, she is beautiful. Yes, she has bore five healthy and beautiful new Amsala women for the Galaxy to marvel at. She had married my father for love, which I admired, but she had also given up a life of intrigue and mystery that she will not speak of. She itched to have a child that would go out and be someone instead of another housewife.
When I was sixteen, I confided in my mom and we hatched a plan to get me into smuggling. It was a stupid idea and I knew that if I were caught then I would most likely be banished from my family, my inheritance, and my life. I would have to make my own way in the Galaxy and have no one to turn to if times got hard. It was a reality that I accepted and embraced. I was not meant to be cooped up on an estate forever. The plan was simple! I would sneak on my fathers beloved ship, hide, and enjoy the ride. I would come out of hiding when he slept, when he left the ship, whenever I wouldn’t get caught. I could sneak around to his meetings or whatever he did. It was perfect.
So we left the next week. My mother packed me food and extra clothes. She hid me away and showed me how to get out and lock the compartment when I was in it. She was my savior and she knew it. She loved me more than anything. That trip went so well. I had a blast and was able to learn things that I would have never learned before. It was so amazing that I kept doing it. I went on about twenty trips before I got caught.
It was just before I turned seventeen when it happened. I was scheduled to receive my inheritance in two weeks on my birthday, I would start going on dates with wealthy bachelors, and I would start acting like a proper lady. Some people would say that my life was just beginning, but I couldn’t help but think that it was ending. This was the last trip that I would safely be able to get away with before my presence was really required elsewhere. I had to make it count. It would be my last freedom before I was to get married.
It started out normal and everything was great until I decided to be a little braver (or more stupid) than usual. I had heard my father talk about this job with someone over a comm call. It was supposed to be a “sticky” job and the people were “shady”, but I thought everyone my father dealt with was shady. I was wrong! I followed my father to the meeting like I always did and everything seemed to be going fine until a felt something hard between my shoulder blades.
They had drug me out of my hiding place and I watched my fathers eyes grow huge. There was a lot of yelling and then blaster shots. It was all in slow motion after that. My father had taken out two of the men and pulled me to his side before he broke out in a run with me close behind. We were in the ship and lifting off within what felt like seconds. He had lost the entire shipment and would possibly have a bounty on his head too. He didn’t speak to me the whole journey home or once we got there.
He explained what happened to my mom and how he had lost so much money. He told her that she should have controlled me better and that she has failed at the one thing she had to do. I had never heard my father speak that way to my mother before and it broke my heart. She had helped me greatly and this was what she got in return. I went to her that night and comforted her. She told me that I had to straighten up or leave. She was so cold when she spoke and her eyes were red from crying. She told me that she had secured some of my inheritance from my father in exchange for me leaving the estate forever. I cried. I cried for what seemed like hours.
I knew this would be my fate for going against my father. I returned to my room, packed my dearest belongings, said goodbye to my mother and sisters and left. As one last stand of rebellion, I stole his ship. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I was just so angry! I took it and fled. I left Corellia and went to Coruscant.
I found work there and was relatively content for two years until I met him. I was nineteen and he was twenty. I had just started smuggling on my own when I had a partner on a job. His name was Francis Kayna. He was a gorgeous smuggler with the most beautiful eyes and smile. I was immediately attracted to him even though he was kinda mean and snarky.
It took a lot of convincing, but eventually we were working together all the time. It was easier and the company was nice. Fran even admitted it once or twice. It was not long before we were more than working together...if you get what I mean. We dated and worked together for the next four years. He asked me to marry him shortly after our four year anniversary. Of course I said yes! How could I not? I loved him and he loved me.
Or so I thought! We were meeting at a bar after a long day for some drinks and I was more than excited to slide into his arms and shower him with kisses. Too bad someone had gotten there before me. A blue Twi’lek named Roxanne (I later found out) was straddling him and kissing him all over. I had not felt anger like what boiled inside me since my father had disowned me. I immediately marched over there and pulled the bitch off and punched her hard in the face. He was next. I started screaming and hitting him too. I was mad...pissed...angry...every sense of the word. We were escorted out. He tried explaining he was drunk and it was a huge mistake and he loved me. I didn’t want to hear it. I threw his stuff out of our apartment.
He stopped trying to contact me after about a month. It was better that way, because I was so tired of hearing from him. I even did the unthinkable. I put a bounty on his head. I felt bad later, but it was too late and he deserved whatever happened. He was evasive enough that he would probably survive. He’d never know it was me either. Ahhh sweet revenge. He would live always looking over his shoulder.
Two years went by and I slowly got into the groove of working by myself again. I had enough money to live on and be happy, but I missed Fran most days. I still hated him, but we had been engaged. It was hard to forget.
It wasn’t very long before I was running from a huge Sith ship. Sith = Death. I ran. I fought back. In the end they caught me and destroyed my fathers old ship. I was chained up and stuck into prison, I had no idea what I had done. I couldn’t recall pissing off any Sith recently so what the hell was going on!
They held me in a prison for a couple days until I was finally brought before a Sith Master and threw me in front of him. He asked me if I slept well and then broke into this speech. He told me I was a successful smuggler and that is why they want me to work for them. They didn’t want to kill me or they would have. He asked me if ten-thousand credits a month was reasonable and my mouth fell open. Uh...Yes...and I didn’t want to die.
He then said, “My men will escort you to the hangar. You will find a ship there. Refueled and repaired. You will find that a new associate will be along soon. I will say no more. Go now, Koriann Amsala. There’s a datapad on the table in the main room of your ship with your new assignment.”
It was cryptic, but what the hell. I just wanted to know who my new associate was going to be. I hadn’t worked with anyone since Fran and the thought of someone by my side was weird. I was escorted to the hanger and as soon as I saw the ship I gasped.
I felt like the blood drained from my body. Oh hell no! This was not going to work out well! It didn't go well either. We fought every minute of the day and he occasionally locked me in my room so he could go do a mission by himself. After a couple months we got over our hatred and we were actually making progress on becoming friends again. We would probably never be a couple again and I, honestly, was not to sad about that.
We worked together for a year or so before the Sith got tired of both of us and turned us loose on the Galaxy. Getting fired by the Sith was a good thing when the other option was death. Fran and I said our goodbyes instead of staying together. We knew that our time together was over. There was obviously other people out there for us to work with and to be with than each other.
So that's my story up to this point. It's time to go out on my own again. Luckily, I have way more money than I ever thought I would and a nice brand new ship. Bring it on!
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